I… I have never felt more alive, more one with existence itself. What a rush! Ah, man. To feel alive again, is this what I’ve only dreamt of for these couple of cold centuries? Oh, rapture! Oh, gods! Bathe me in glory, NOW, before I burst into a blazing supernova, taking all life on Planet Earth with me. Bind my bodiless soul with vines to the baked soil and relinquish my hypothetical carbon dioxide to the barked woods.

What cost is this exhilaration to me? To others? Has the time line been crossed on this occasion?